The Hotel submitted the letters to the London Sunday Times for their humor column.Dear Maid, Please do not leave any more of those little bars of soap...in my bathroom since I have brought my own bath-sized Dial. Please remove the six unopened little bars from the shelf under the medicine chest and another three in the shower soap dish. They are in my way.Thank you, S. BermanDear Room 635, I am not your regular maid. She will be back tomorrow, Thursday, from her day off. I took the 3 hotel soaps. Her arms wrapped around my upper back as I sunk deeper into her incredibly tight corridor; no doubt the dildo she was impaled upon accounted for the extra level of tightness resisting the entrance of my reproductive organ into her own.A shuddering breath left her as her body opened up to allow more of me in. One of her legs snuck around my waist to rest against the small of my back, while the other remained planted against the bed frame. My eyes were squeezed shut, my racing mind trying. Insgesamt stehen neun Gespräche an.Die Stunden verstreichen und die Bewerberinnen gehen. Schließlich steht nur noch ein Gespräch aus. "Hannah, bitte bring die letzte Bewerberin herein!", rufe ich.Die Tür geht auf und ich höre das klacken von Absätzen auf dem Holzboden des Büros. Ich blicke auf und ein lächeln huscht über mein Gesicht. "Endlich mal eine Junge und hübsche", murmle ich leise vor mich hin. Ich mustere sie genauer. High-Heels, Halterlose Strümpfe, enge Jeans, die ihr schönes Becken. ” I interrupted. This was very important to me. I’d be fantasizing about this girl for months. She swallowed but removed her skirt, letting it fall to the floor at her feet. Now she was naked from the waist down as she leaned over the desk. “Before each slap you will say, ‘Please sir I need to be punished’ and after you will say ‘Thank you sir I needed to be punished’ and you will not cry out. Do you understand?” “Yes sir.” “Say it.” “Please sir, I need to be punished.” I smacked her ass.